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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455488" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Conclusion Of A Letter To The Rev. Mr. C---.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis Time to conclude; for I make it a Rule,<br>To leave off all Writing, when Con. comes from School.<br>He dislikes what I've written, and says, I had better<br>To send what he calls a poetical Letter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To this I reply'd, You are out of your Wits;<br>A Letter in Verse would put him in Fits:<br>He thinks it a Crime in a Woman to read--<br>Then, what would he say, should your Counsel succeed?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I pity poor Barber, his Wife's so romantick:<br>A Letter in Rhyme!--Why, the Woman is frantick!<br>This Reading the Poets has quite turn'd her Head!<br>On my Life, she should have a dark Room, and Straw Bed.<br>I often heard say, that St. Patrick took care,<br>No poisonous Creature should live in this Air:<br>He only regarded the Body, I find;<br>But Plato consider'd who poison'd the Mind.<br>Would they'd follow his Precepts, who sit at the Helm,<br>And drive Poetasters from out of the Realm!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her Husband has surely a terrible Life;<br>There's nothing I dread, like a verse--writing Wife:<br>Defend me, ye Powers, from that fatal Curse;<br>Which must heighten the Plagues of for better for worse!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">May I have a Wife, that will dust her own Floor;<br>And not the fine Minx, recommended by More.<br>(That he was a Dotard, is granted, I hope,<br>Who dy'd for asserting the Rights of the Pope.)<br>If ever I marry, I'll chuse me a Spouse,<br>That shall serve and obey, as she's bound by her Vows;<br>That shall, when I'm dressing, attend like a Valet;<br>Then go to the Kitchen, and study my Palate.<br>She has Wisdom enough, that keeps out of the Dirt,<br>And can make a good Pudding, and cut out a Shirt.<br>What Good's in a Dame, that will pore on a Book?<br>No!--Give me the Wife, that shall save me a Cook.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus far I had written--Then turn'd to my Son,<br>To give him Advice, ere my Letter was done.<br>My Son, should you marry, look out for a Wife,<br>That's fitted to lighten the Labours of Life.<br>Be sure, wed a Woman you thoroughly know,<br>And shun, above all Things, a housewifely Shrew;<br>That would fly to your Study, with Fire in her Looks,<br>And ask what you got by your poring on Books;<br>Think Dressing of Dinner the Height of all Science,<br>And to Peace, and good Humour bid open Defiance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Avoid the fine Lady, whose Beauty's her Care;<br>Who sets a high Price on her Shape, and her Air;<br>Who in Dress, and in Visits, employs the whole Day;<br>And longs for the Ev'ning, to sit down to play.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Chuse a Woman of Wisdom, as well as good Breeding,<br>With a Turn, at least no Aversion, to Reading:<br>In the Care of her Person, exact and refin'd;<br>Yet still, let her principal Care be her Mind:<br>Who can, when her Family Cares give her Leisure,<br>Without the dear Cards, pass an Ev'ning with Pleasure;<br>In forming her Children to Virtue and Knowledge,<br>Nor trust, for that Care, to a School, or a College:<br>By Learning made humble, not thence taking Airs,<br>To despise, or neglect, her domestick Affairs:<br>Nor think her less fitted for doing her Duty,<br>By knowing its Reasons, its Use, and its Beauty.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When you gain her Affection, take care to preserve it,<br>Lest others persuade her, you do not deserve it.<br>Still study to heighten the Joys of her Life;<br>Nor treat her the worse, for her being your Wife.<br>If in Judgment she errs, set her right, without Pride:<br>'Tis the Province of insolent Fools, to deride.<br>A Husband's first praise, is a Friend and Protector:<br>Then change not these Titles, for Tyrant and Hector.<br>Let your Person be neat, unaffectedly clean,<br>Tho' alone with your Wife the whole Day you remain.<br>Chuse Books, for her Study, to fashion her Mind,<br>To emulate those who excell'd of her Kind.<br>Be Religion the principal Care of your Life,<br>As you hope to be blest in your Children and Wife:<br>So you, in your Marriage, shall gain its true End;<br>And find, in your Wife, a Companion and Friend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mary+Barber">Mary Barber</a><div class=q>
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To leave off all Writing, when Con. comes from School.
He dislikes what I've written, and says, I had better
To send what he calls a poetical Letter.

To this I reply'd, You are out of your Wits;
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